Artificial Intelligence Short Story Novels & Stories

Madam, your destination has arrived I opened my eyes, gave money to the driver and hurried to enter into the devil's cave. If lights could blind my eyes then maybe it is the day, I am going to be blind with nothing in my eyes. Outside two security guards with two big guns were there for the security purpose. I gulped, The height of the building was almost touching the sky as if it was going to fall on me someday. Without interference, They gave me directions to enter the building which was working on the AI. Everywhere I can see robots, and machines doing the daily chores. As they are more beneficial and more powerful than humans. Of course, Mr Abhimaan Kapoor is a man of science and I am a

"The Hoon could kill them by himself" "It's a test", the Artificial Intelligence replied patiently, "to see what you will do". The better part of a minute passed while the human considered the matter. When he spoke, the words fell one at a time. "So it's kill or be killed". "Essentially", Herbert replied. "Unless..." Jyro said. "Unless what?" "Unless I could convert the Thraki, and convince the Hoon to accept them". "Dream on", the Artificial Intelligence said simply. "The Hoon is a computer, and computers don't change. I should know".

Rat on the other hand was feeling energized and just continued to shot cards on a watermelon cut in half, he was not a bit affected with the sudden change of the weather, or rather, he was immune with the weather shifts because back when he was still a kid he used to work until the sun sets and rise in any place available, just to have enough money for him and his brothers. “So, you’re saying a robot exist that is just like you, and ‘they’ purposely made it with your knowledge and that robot, and you became close, just like sisters, and now ‘they’ took that robot away from you because you found out that that robot has a skill that is beyond every human in this world and so you want to take t

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

I stood where I was, cold the whole time, not a word to stop him. A worker stepped forward, apologetic. "Ma'am, older AI units develop a willful, paranoid consciousness, which is why they defy their owners. We can replace him with a next-gen model, free of charge." I rubbed at my throbbing brow, weary. "No need. I've stopped expecting anything from these machines." The worker looked at me, guilt flickering across his face, and kept bowing. "I'm truly sorry, ma'am. Our product gave you a terrible experience. But I promise, the new model has built-in restraints, with no agenda and no paranoia, and if anything's off, one remote tap locks and destroys it. It stays fully controllable."

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Its intelligence is no less than 8 years old human. This knowledge makes me shudder, "Let me out!" "What?" Alice's voice sounded surprised. "It knows the blind spot of the camera. How can an eight-year-old child know how to flirt?" I still have the body that was just licked and gnawed by its electric shock, waves of shivering. "Heh," she said through the intercom with a muffled laugh. "You're so jumpy, it doesn't mean anything."

Every instinct screamed to give in, to type sonething reckless. I took a sharp breath, forcing my fingers to move against their own will, typing a lie I desperately wanted to be true. Me: “This isn’t going to work, Selene.” The words looked hollow on the screen. A pathetic attempt to assert control I’d already lost. A part of me, a part of me I hated, hoped she’d argue. That she’d break my resistance. The typing bubbles appeared instantly. They bounced once, twice, a taunting little ellipse. Then, her reply hit the screen:

“Of course, and I'm not leaving again.” In the heart of their playroom, Kyle and Kelly, inspired by their father's fascination with artificial intelligence, decide to embark on a secret mission to bring happiness back to their family. Armed with crayons, paper, and an unwavering determination, they transformed their playroom into a makeshift laboratory for their ambitious project. Whispering with excitement, Kyle shared an idea with Kelly, "What if we create our own AI, Kelly? Dad always talks about it." Eagerly nodding, Kelly added, "Yeah! Let's call it 'Family Helper.' It can help Mom and Dad stop fighting and make everything better."

The AI replied nonchalantly, "If you really loved her, why did you listen to an AI's suggestion to dose her food delivery with ten packs of laxatives and get five homeless men to rape her so cruelly? You even caught a mongrel with rabies just to bite her and refused to take her to the hospital for five days. "According to my data, no one in history would do such a cruel thing, even to an enemy who killed their parents." My mother was shocked to hear those words. Everyone turned to look at my mother like she was crazy. "I… I…" My mother kept stammering, unable to say another word, and her face started to turn red. The AI did not give her a chance to explain and continued speaking.